Xia Xiashan crossed her arms in front of her chest and said irritably:
"I knew it. This definitely isn’t a proper solution."
"You want to find someone to impersonate Lin Yu and fool Aunt Ruxue?"
"I think you’ve actually lost your mind!"
"Don’t you know what Aunt Ruxue does for a living?"
Maomao lowered her head again, clearly not holding out much hope.
Even though there were several girls in the apartment of the right age,
they would undoubtedly be exposed the moment they faced Aunt Ruxue.
"Whether I’ve lost my mind or not, let’s hear what you think, Little Master."
"Please, Little Master, I’m begging you—help me keep Maomao here."
"These past few days, seeing her integrate into our group life has made me happier than ever."
"This is the kind of life… a girl her age should have!"
One might have expected Xia Yiwei to follow up with a threatening tone,
forcing Lin Yu to comply.
Unexpectedly,
she spoke from the heart with deeply moving sincerity.
Taking a step back,
even without Xia Yiwei’s plea,
Lin Yu wouldn’t have stood by and let Maomao leave.
Maomao was the only outer disciple in the apartment!
How could he let such a promising talent just walk away?
Absolutely not!
Lin Yu’s mind raced as he stood up and lowered his voice:
"Whether it’s helping Yiwei or Maomao,"
"I’ll do everything I can, no matter whose favor it’s for."
"To be honest, apart from Yiwei… I have another disciple!"
Maomao: "Another disciple?"
Xia Xiashan: "Another disciple?"
Xia Yiwei shot Lin Yu a grateful look: "Heh!"
…
Half an hour later,
Lin Yu personally saw Xia Xiashan out, concluding today’s visit.
During the past half hour,
he had explained his plan in detail to the three girls.
Out of necessity,
he had to present the real "ZerO"—Ying’er—as his other disciple.
After living together for so long,
she had already mastered eighty percent of his skills.
On the day Aunt Ruxue visited, Ying’er could take his place.
He also asked the girls to give him time to "convince" Ying’er.
In reality,
Lin Yu knew very well—
Ying’er didn’t need any convincing.
Back then, he had been roped into helping her too.
Now, he was just asking her to be herself.
There was no easier favor than that!
At worst,
he’d just have to play the middleman again.
After seeing Xia Xiashan off, Lin Yu returned to his room to rest for a while.
"Ding!"
While lying in bed scrolling through his phone,
a WeChat notification popped up.
Little Chi?
What was she messaging about at this hour?
Opening the chat, he saw a photo of a Kaneki Ken cosplay outfit—
complete with white wig and matching eyepatch.
「Lin Yu: Looks decent quality, not like cheap plastic.」
「Chi Qingchi: Of course! How could we let our Little Lin wear shoddy cosplay? Never!」
「Lin Yu: OkOk, what time are you back? I’ll try it on first.」
「Chi Qingchi: Tomorrow. I won’t be home till past 10, and it’s too late to bother you.」
「Lin Yu: Thoughtful!」
After wrapping up the chat with Little Chi,
Lin Yu abruptly sat up in bed.
10 p.m. return?
It was barely past 8 now—nearly two whole hours to kill.
Right now…
the twins’ bedroom only had Big Chi inside!
The night was still young,
far too early to sleep.
His daytime flirtations with antique-sister Shen Buyao
had left him constantly on edge,
worrying some unexpected crisis might pop up and end him.
Now, it was time to reward himself with some carefree relaxation!
No time to waste.
Still in his pajamas, Lin Yu strode out and headed straight for the twins’ first-floor bedroom.
Knock knock knock…
A familiar voice answered immediately.
"Little Chi? Did you forget your keys?"
"Didn’t you say you’d be a while longer?"
Her voice sounded flustered, unlike his usually steady little girlfriend.
"It’s not Little Chi. It’s me!"
Lin Yu replied softly.
Thud!
A chair scraped loudly inside the room.
Hearing Lin Yu’s voice
clearly caught Chi Qingshui completely off guard.
"W-wait a second."
She called out hastily.
Then came a series of rustling noises,
like a rodent rummaging around.
This only piqued Lin Yu’s curiosity further.
What was she up to alone in there?
Couldn’t be reading Little Chi’s manga, could she?
After about a minute,
the door finally opened.
Chi Qingshui stood there in a lavender nightgown,
her hair freshly washed and still slightly damp.
The gown looked familiar—
probably something he’d seen Little Chi wear before.
Hard to say if the twins each had their own set
or if they just swapped clothes often.
The moment the door opened,
Chi Qingshui peeked out, scanning the hallway for any onlookers.
Lin Yu playfully nudged her head aside as he stepped in, teasing:
"Relax, nobody’s out here."
"Treating me like some sneaky secret lover now?"
Chi Qingshui shut the door and kicked him lightly:
"Shut up! Then what does that make… me?"
When Lin Yu didn’t dodge, letting her foot connect harmlessly,
she finally noticed the dangerous glint in his eyes…
She quickly averted her gaze, changing the subject:
"I’ll get you some grapes. Just washed them."
But Lin Yu was faster.
In one swift motion, he pulled Chi Qingshui into his arms,
leaning in to whisper:
"Little Chi just texted me about her club stuff."
"She also mentioned… she won’t be back till after 10…"
This wasn’t a hint—it was a blatant announcement.
She’d gotten similar news from Little Chi.
About fifteen minutes ago,
they’d video-called while Little Chi was still hanging with her classmates.
An accident? Unlikely.
But how could she possibly… with Lin Yu… in her and Little Chi’s own room?
"Lin Yu, calm down… it’s the heart demon, it must be the heart demon!"
Chi Qingshui pleaded urgently.
Yet Lin Yu paid no heed,
instead pressing his lips to her neck…
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
